Through the glass darkly

The Letter Not Sent

I wish I could write you or call you and tell you how much you hurt me, but I won’t, Because you would ignore it and all my voice messages and emails would become a joke.

I wish you knew how I felt, but you won’t because you don’t acknowledge my feelings at all.

I don’t want to hurt you, and I don’t want to hurt anymore.

So I am walking away. I wonder how long it will take you to notice. If you do, I will say “Oh someone must have hacked my facebook page, I noticed my friend count went down about 20 but I did not notice you were gone.” Because that is what hackers do, cut facebook friends instead of um ….. I don’t know trying to find credit card numbers or something, Oh…. Crazy hackers.

But lets face it, you won’t.

And my heart will grow a little more calloused or …

Maybe it won’t. Maybe I will go on living and heal. You will never know.

One thing I know is, you will never know how much you hurt me, because I will never send this. You will never know what a horrible person you are until someone who means more to you then I did tells you. Probably allot of other people.

So there you have it. Sometimes the best revenge is letting someone live out the rest of their life not knowing why everyone hates them.